Page 79 of Necessary Roughness
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, then said, “It’s been four weeks, Sloane. This is an incredibly impulsive decision.”
“I’ve given it a lot of thought…”
“You texted me about it last night,” Bryson argued. “It’s been, like, twelve hours.”
“And I’ve spent most of that time considering it! This solves everyone’s problems. And it’s an upgrade.”
“You’re moving in with two guys you’re having sex with.”
“Which makes it easier to have sex!” I replied with a grin.
He didn’t smile back.
“Having sex with them once or twice a week is one thing,” Bryson said. “But once you’re living together… aren’t you afraid you’ll develop feelings?”
“They’re just friends,” I said. “We all get along just fine, but we really don’t have much else in common beyond that. They’re both graduating in the spring, while I have another full year here. It doesn’t make logical sense for us to become emotionally involved.”
“Right. Because matters of the heart are always rational.”
“You’re a good friend, and I appreciate your concern,” I said. “I promise I’ll be careful. Speaking of love lives, how’s your girlfriend?”
“Nicole is doing well,” he answered. “The two of us started off as a hookup, too.”
I didn’t respond.
Logan was the only one home when we arrived, and helped me and Bryson carry my belongings into the spare bedroom. “Since you crossed the threshold, I’m gonna need you to sign the visitorspreadsheet,” Logan told Bryson. “Ahahaha. Just kidding. We don’t do shit like that here.”
“You kicked ass in the game yesterday,” Bryson said. “Aside from the first play of the game, when you got knocked on your ass.”
Logan put down a box in my room and grinned at him. “Believe it or not, I let him hit me. It was bait to make him overconfident the rest of the game. Crazy, right?”
“Shit, it worked!” Bryson replied with a laugh. “Fooled all of us in the stands, too.”
Logan gave him a fist-bump. “We’re going to try something similar on the road next Saturday. Their nickelback likes to jump coverage, so we’ll bait him a few times and then pull the rug out from under him when itreallymatters. Don’t tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed.” Bryson made a zipper motion across his mouth, then glanced at me. “In more ways than one.”
Logan had obligations on campus that afternoon, so I was soon all alone. I wandered around, getting a feel for my new home. My new room was smaller than my old one, but not by enough to make much of a difference. I had a bed, a desk, and a spacious closet; what more could a girl need? Knox and I were sharing one bathroom, while Logan and Roman had another to themselves. I was pleasantly surprised by how clean everything was. I wouldn’t have expected that from a trio of football players.
Once I was unpacked, I sat down at my desk and started editing a paper that I had written earlier in the week. A few hours later, I got an email notifying me that Morgan’s complaint had been dropped and my mediation appointment was canceled.
I smiled to myself. I guessed that meant she approved of me moving out.
Not long after that, I heard the front door open and close. I twisted in my chair, waiting to see who had returned home. Knox strode past my bedroom, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He glanced into my room, but didn’t slow down or say anything.
I turned back around and stared at my laptop screen. Had I done something wrong? I considered popping into his room to ask if everything was okay, but decided I didn’t want to be intrusive on my first day. Better to focus on my work and leave him alone.
Before I could resume what I was doing, I heard his footsteps return down the hall. He strode right into my room, closed the door, and locked the deadbolt. He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered and imposing, his eyes drinking in the sight of me.
Then he spun my chair around and leaned down to kiss me.
Neither of us said a word as he deepened the kiss, quickly using his hands to pull down my sweatpants. Then he reached lower, engaging the lever on the chair that made it recline, suddenly throwing me back at an angle. With an urgency that said he didn’t have time to fully undress, he unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock through the hole, and hastily unwrapped a condom. Then he tugged my panties to the side so hard I felt the elastic tear.
Both of us gasped as he slid into me in one long, desperate stroke.
Oh myGod, he felt so good. A hand clasped my shoulder and he drove into me wordlessly, occasionally leaning in to kiss me but mostly staring longingly at me with a universe of lust swirling in his green eyes. I couldn’t tell if it lasted two minutes or twenty, I was so enraptured by the way he slammed his cock intomy pussy, chair creaking and rocking into the desk with every urgent thrust.
Only when his thumb pressed into my clit possessively did I break the silence with a ragged cry of pleasure, begging him to hurry, begging him not to stop. He buried himself inside me as deeply as he could, cock vibrating and pulsing with release inside me, our lips connecting once more like magnets so we could kiss away our climactic cries.
